Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]
1Like as the creeper throws, her arms on every side around the
tree,
So hold thou me in thine embrace that thou mayst be in love
with me, my darling, never to depart.
2As, when he mounts, the eagle strikes his pinions downward on
the earth,
So do I strike thy spirit down that thou mayst be in love with
me, my darling, never to depart.
3As in his rapid course the Sun encompasses the heaven and:
earth,
So do I compass round thy mind that thou mayst be in love with.
me, my darling, never to depart.